jueves, 12 de mayo de 2016

Para morirse hay que estar vivo



I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater
Ain't got no perfume, ain't got no bed
Ain't got no man
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no love, ain't got no name
Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token
Ain't got no God
Why am I alive anyway?
Yeah, what have I got
Nobody can take away

Got my brains, got my ears
Got my eyes, got my nose
Got my mouth, I got my smile
Got my neck, got my boobs
Got my heart, got my soul
Got my back, I got my sex
Got my fingers, got my legs
Got my feet, got my toes
Got my liver, got my blood
I've got my freedom
I've got life
And I'm gonna keep it
I've got life
And nobody's gonna take it away
I've got the life


Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture
Then what have I got
Got my hair, got my head
I got my tongue, got my chin
I got my arms, got my hands
I've got life
I've got life